Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Sonnets after Astrophel, etc.Sonnet XVIII. Look in my griefs! and blame me not to mourn
Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)L
From thought to thought that lead a life so bad:
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Whose clouded brow doth make my days so bad.
Long are their nights, whose cares do never sleep;
Loathsome their days, whom never sun yet joyed;
A pleasing grief impressèd hath so deep,
That thus I live both day and night annoyed.
Yet since the sweetest root doth yield thus much,
Her praise from my complaint I must not part:
I love the effect, because the cause is such;
I praise her face, and blame her flinty heart.
Whilst that we make the world admire at us;
Her for disdain, and me for loving thus.